Ocean’s Grave Floating above the ocean floor, as shadows paint the shallow shore, Just before the night would fall and scream out with its deafening roar, The words exchanged behind the door, a woman’s voice unheard before, Nightmares which will sleep no more, no more dreams will be reborn. Drifting in the blackest water, the body of a long lost daughter, The blinding rage which gave no order, but the twisted voice which calls her, Her darkest corner prayed the slaughter, seductive lust which now has brought her, Caught her in the eyes which sought her, sought the beauty of her form. Her pale pulse grows so weak, as the waves throw her feet, The tears she never chose to weep chilled the air and slowed her sleep. The engagement ring she’ll forever keep, but the words she’ll never speak, For her pain is oh so deep, so deep she’ll never cease to mourn. The ocean’s grave still is craving, for the life which she is taking, Angels and demons are debating, while the heavens still are waiting, As her flesh still is shaking, and the dark clouds are fading, The silent skies are now awaking, awaking from her sleepless storm. The howling winds now will guide her, like a torch, a horseless rider, Memories which still walk behind her, stalk her thoughts and long to find her, The blinding light now grows brighter, from the eternal flames of fire, Burns the soul deep inside her, inside her womb’s forsaken spawn. Now her last breath is borrowed, as the salty waters swallowed, A mother’s heart is filled with sorrow, and father’s tears are left to wallow, Such grief which will haunt tomorrow with the pain which is sure to follow, Her wedding dress which now lays hollow, hollow like her empty dorm.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 16:44:33 +0000
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